Sonnet 14

Testo di Marianne Faithfull

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&NewLine;Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck&comma;
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&NewLine;And yet methinks I have astronomy&semi;
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&NewLine;But not to tell of good or evil luck&comma;
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&NewLine;Of plagues&comma; or dearths&comma; or seasons quality&semi;
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&NewLine;Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell&comma;
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&NewLine;Pointing to each his thunder&comma; rain&comma; and wind&comma;
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&NewLine;Or say with princess if it whall go well
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&NewLine;By oft predict that I in heaven find&period;
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&NewLine;But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive&comma;
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&NewLine;And&comma; constant stars&comma; in them I read such art
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&NewLine;As truth and beauty shall together thrive
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&NewLine;If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert&colon;
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&NewLine;Or else of thee this I prognosticate&comma;
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&NewLine;They and is truths and beautys doom and date&period;